#it’s exhausting and i am 28 years old

[didthatbeautymakeyou]

not to be the middle child but families are so hard

[shinzoku]

Is it burn out? Is it executive dysfunction? Is it laziness? Is it chronic fatigue? Wish I knew!

[pepprs]

[lonniemachin]

TIME SENSITIVE: HELP A PALESTINIAN FAMILY ESCAPE GENOCIDE

My friend Ahmed, his wife Maram, and their three little children Habiba (4), Kareem (2), and Muhammad (1) have been displaced multiple times in besieged Gaza. Their home was destroyed by the zionist occupation, and they have been forced to flee from place to place with no end in sight, facing famine, liver disease, skin rashes, and the recent threat of polio due to dirty drinking water. They are beyond exhausted. Ahmed frequently sends videos and photos of the conditions that have been imposed upon them, including bombings only hundreds of feet away from the place they’re currently staying.

They need €20,000, and they need it ASAP, to secure evacuation for all 5 of them when the border opens again, half of their overall target.

At €19,246, they are VERY close to this vital goal, but not there yet.

They hope to raise the remaining €754 in the next 3 DAYS, before the month is through. We need to hit €20k before 08/01/2024.

Please don’t cause my friends to despair. Please contribute what you can. Even €10 builds momentum into greater funds, and each euro is LIFE-SAVING.

Vetted by @/el-shab-hussein. I also have multiple forms of verification proving that they are a 100% legitimate Palestinian family in need of urgent help. Don’t wait until it is too late.

Tagging for reach:

@brutaliakhoa @xinakwans @appsa @schoolhater @aita-blorbos

@watermotif @heritageposts @pcktknife @dykesbat

@batmanego @northgazaupdates @official-saul-goodman @palentonga @malcriada

[kittyit]

Congratulations to Tara Dower for becoming the fastest person in history to complete the Appalachian Trail! The 31-year-old from Virginia completed the 2,168 mile (3,489 km) backcountry trail in 40 days, 18 hours, and five minutes, a distance usually covered by an A.T. thru-hiker in five to seven months.

To set the record, Dower ran and hiked an average of 54 miles each day on the often rocky and steep trail, which includes a total vertical gain of 465,000 feet as it runs through fourteen states. She started her daily runs at 3:30 am and continued for approximately 17 hours with several short breaks for meals and 90-second "dirt naps."

Dower used her record-setting run to raise money for Girls on the Run, saying that she hopes her feat will inspire girls and women. “I hope more women get out there,” she said. “It’s about finding our true potential. And, you know, if you beat the men, that’s an extra bonus.” When she reached the trail's end on Saturday night, the exhausted but jubilant Dower fell to her knees and put her hands on the bronze plaque that reads, “A footpath for those who seek fellowship with the wilderness.”

9/28/2024

Article | Tara Treks | Girls on the Run

[batmansymbol]

can't remember the last time i made a blog post on this blog. i really am becoming the hermit i always aspired to be.

looking for somewhere to put this particular exhaustion though and journaling makes me feel lonely and lately all interpersonal interactions leave me with the feeling of having transgressed in many secret ways unknown to me. so vent follows. although for the record someday when i am a true hermit i will have found inner peace, and i will no longer make posts like this, and i instead will be able to identify a cypress tree on sight.

for now, i've been having this feeling of kneeling in the surf with my mouth open and the ocean trying to force itself down my throat. i'm working four jobs to make ends meet. they are meeting, barely. my 16-year-old car broke down for the last time, and this week i bought a new one from a man at a dealership who lied to me over the phone about hidden fees as though $900 meant nothing. now i have new car payments every month but i no longer hear a steady drip behind me in the car when it rains, can't decide which of the two feelings of dread is more potent. i loved that leaking car into its grave. i often wish i had a soul-crushing 9-to-5 that paid me $75,000 every year like clockwork. i am spreading myself too thin socially. i love everybody in my life. sometimes i receive profound and beautiful reactions to my writing, and also with four clicks i can see criticism of my work online that makes me feel like i should never have been born. i struggle to weight these experiences in a reasonable way in my mind. i have not read a new book since sally rooney's intermezzo. i hate everything i write but luckily the hatred comes in cycles, counterbalanced by defiant love, like my relationship with my forehead. i have to believe everything i write is the one (the one that will financially or artistically save me). i have to tell myself the one doesn't exist so as not to get my hopes up. i have to remind myself my problems are atomically small compared to nearly everything. i have to remind myself of this because sometimes it's the only thing that makes me feel human again. i have dreams about friends i had in high school and the shitty jokes i made to them, how much more sensitive i could have been. in the dreams they hate me, or forgive me, or hit me. last april at age 28 i began to have back pain every single night from a degenerated spinal disc and now at age 30 i have anti-arthritis pills in my toiletries bag. it hurts to lean back in a chair, but i have all my limbs and my mind. i wonder every day why i'm not doing something differently. my inability to do anything meaningful disgusts me. i find meaning whenever i open the blinds. i have forgotten to switch my car insurance to my new vehicle, so after i press Post Now i will go to the website that will ask me for my password and to confirm i am myself.

[intersexfairy]

Last week, two young Black men were murdered. 33 year old Ricky Cobb II was shot to death by Minnesota State troppers. 28 year old O'Shae Sibley, a Gay dancer, was stabbed to death while playing Beyoncé's music and vougeing with his friends.

The cops responsible for Ricky Cobb's death are Ryan Londregan (the shooter), Brett Seide, and Garrett Erickson. His relatives (and many others) are fighting to have these troopers held accountable. A currently unnamed 17-year old turned himself in for stabbing O'Shae Sibley, although he was accompanied by others.

I don't know if Ricky Cobb's family has a crowdfund set up or not (if so, someone please add on), but O'Shae Sibley's family does. You can find the GFM here.

O'shae not only was the glue to this family, he was a great dancer and performer for the majority of his life. His spirit lit up every room he stepped in. His smile was contagious! To know him, was to live him. He did not deserve this. Everyone loved his spirit ❤️

-- from the GoFundMe started by O'Shae Sibley's father, Jake Kelly.

From Ricky Cobb's relatives:

"I'm exhausted. My heart is heavy every day for the last three days. Waking up, I have migraines. And I'm hurt. I would like those officers to man up. I'm here to be a voice and stand strong like a rock that I am for my son and speak out." -- Mother, Nyra Fields Miller

"My brother was a good man. He was a provider for all of us. He protected all of us." -- Sibling, Octavia Ruffin

These men should still be alive. Their families, friends, and community should not be going through this loss and grief. If there's one thing any of us (nonblack people) can do, it's not let them go through this unheard and unseen.

Rest in power Ricky Cobb II. Rest in power O'Shae Sibley. Abolish the police.

[walaa95famely]

Hello. I am Walaa Mounir from the Gaza Strip. A mother of three children. My husband is working hard in this war to provide for us and his family, but the circumstances of the war have exhausted him after he lost his main job. He lost his friends and some of his relatives and his family members were injured. We also lost our home due to the brutal war. I created this campaign to help my husband provide for our basic needs, to ease the burdens of life for him and to evacuate as soon as the crossings open. So please, you pure souls, donate for my family. Or share my campaign.🙏🙏

LAST DONATION WAS TWO DAYS AGO

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[austinstyles]

Lover

Austin Butler x autistic reader

Summery: You and Austin are living your life as a couple. This takes place after his press for the Bikeriders and the two of you are celebrating your anniversary. Also there is a 5 year age gap. And reader is autistic.

Warning: kissing and spelling mistakes let me know if I missed anything. Also put a small steamy moment. PG. Dont read if your not comfortable.

Y/n pov

Today me and Austin are hanging out at his place. At the moment Austin has been doing press for his movie Bikeriders and any time we spend together when we’re not busy it’s always nice.

I am working on writing my fantasy book. And today I took a break to spend time with my kind hearted boyfriend since 2021.

We have always tried and made our busy schedule work and we do our best. My schedule as a full time author is actually some of what I enjoy. My dream was always to be an author and my dream came true. 

Today me and Austin are celebrating our 3 year anniversary with a intimate celebration for the two of us. Austin is the love of my life. Also every kiss is filled with passion for each other. My autism has its challenges but Austin is so supportive.

With the 3 year relationship he can understand when I have sensory overload and need to step back. He is a wonderful boyfriend. I have had other relationships before him that ended with the person finding my autism to much for them. But Austin has never done that. Also he is so charming, I feel like the luckiest woman to be with this marvelous man.

Love it when he understands my hyper fixation on the things that are my favorite things. Like how I lately have been hyper fixated on baking for the past few weeks. My experience with the baking has always been there. But also have other hyper fixations like movies and writing my book I am writing. Self published author is my passion and job.

So just before getting ready to hang out with Austin I baked some cupcakes for us to enjoy and celebrate our anniversary. Actually my favorite dates we go on is us just hanging out at my place or his place. It’s freeing to not have to use masking with Austin. Masking is were I have to act like I am neurotypical when I am not. And it is exhausting having to mask myself at times. I love feeling free to be myself 100 percent of the time.

I decided to wear a nice light yellow sundress with a denim jacket over it. I like to bring a jacket with me in case I get cold or I need it. My makeup is all done. I always go for mostly a simple look with light colors. Mostly a natural makeup look is what I go for when doing my makeup. My hair is finish with the beautiful curls I made with my straightener. Take my purse that has my car keys and my phone with me. And can’t leave without a sprits of perfume so I smell good. Get out my apartment and go to the parking garage in my apartment building. Get into the car put on my seatbelt. So I start my drive to Austin place. 

Austin pov

Today is a special day for me and my girlfriend y/n. Can’t wait to spend so nice quality alone time. I just love y/n with everything in my heart. There are moments I can’t believe I landed y/n this beautiful 27 year old that is about to turn 28 soon. Feeling very blessed and grateful. What is so magical is that we understand each other in different ways. I don’t what her to charge her personality or anything that makes her the person she is. I was completely ready and dressed for the date night at my place. Y/n has been dealing with burn out for the past few weeks so I wanted to give her what she needed. She also said that a date night would be nice so I wanted to do that for her. Her burn out has gone down y/n told me. We keep each other updated on how we’re doing. That is what works for us. And being supportive of each other’s work and helping each other also is something we do. What I love that y/n does is when she can be herself completely with me. In the past 3 years I’ve let her know you don’t have to mask yourself with me to appear neurotypical. So she has always been herself 100 percent with me over time. We respect each other and love each other.

Suddenly my door bell rings and I move towards the door. I unopened the lock, there on the other side stood my wonderful girlfriend. So I moved to let her in, and locked the door. Soon our lips are moving in sink. All my mind is thinking about that I am so happy to have this beautiful girl be my girlfriend.

Our make out is moved to my couch. And we keep at it. Soon I want to take this moment and frame it. I love her. And can’t let her out of my life. When we’re done making out we decided to watch a movie. Y/n lay her head on my shoulder. Eating dinner and watching a movie is a nice relaxing experience for the two of us. After dinner I take a cupcake and feed it to her and she does it to me.

Again we start making out, so much passion is flowing out of our lips. I want all of her and can tell she wants all of me. Quickly we abandon my couch for my bedroom. Clothes being taken of and the door being shut after we enter.

Passion sparks are everywhere and my heart is beating out of my chest. Making love with her consent it what I love besides everything else I love about her and love the respect we have for one another. This woman is my soulmate. And the fire passion can easily tell you that.

And you can tell what is happening between us behind my bedroom door. Bed is shaking and moans are coming out of our mouths.

A/n: Thanks for reading. Sorry it took some time I had writer block but not anymore. Try my best and also did the steamy scene behind closed doors because I am more comfortable with that and only writing it how I am okay with. Hope you enjoy the work. And more fanfics to come when I finish them. My request are open. Also made a shortish fanfic again I know. I try to make them as long as I am okay with and some times have to edit the story so I am happy with it and I am so happy with this.

🩷🌸👍🏻🙂😄🖤

Grace 



[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting another baby?

My wife and I (both 28 f) have a six month old daughter. I wasn't sure I wanted to have children but my wife really did, and the more we discussed it the more I came around to the idea. We both wanted to carry a child, and we wanted our daughter to have a sibling and not grow up an only child. We decided we'd each get pregnant, with some time in between so we could adjust to being parents. I went first for financial reasons, but also I'd really romanticized the idea of being pregnant and I wanted to do it.

There were no complications with my pregnancy and our daughter is happy and healthy, but my wife has started talking about how she can't wait until it's her turn to get pregnant, and it terrifies me. I'm so exhausted and overwhelmed with just one. I have always needed a lot of time to myself and that just doesn't happen any more. My wife is so kind and supportive and she and I share the work of caring for our daughter and our house equitably, but my wife is enjoying parenthood and I just constantly feel like I'm on the verge of falling apart. Caring for one child is so expensive and is taking up all of my mental and emotional capacity (and then some) already, I can't imagine what I'll do when there's two of them. I already feel like my life isn't my own, and i just don't think I can start over with another infant in a year or two.

I haven't told my wife how scared I am of us having another child not because I don't trust her or because I think she'll react badly but because I think it will honestly break her heart. I love my wife so much and I want her to be happy and I want to help make her dreams come true but this one hurts me to even think about. The thing is if I told her I think she'd say ok, we won't do it. But that would mean her giving up on her dream of being pregnant herself, her dream of our daughter having a sibling. And I agree with her that I want our daughter to have a sibling because I don't want our girl to be alone if something happens to us. My wife and I both lost a parent young and have siblings we're close to and agreed that it would've been so much harder without our siblings.

I know I would love our child if we had another. I know I would take care of them just like I take care of our daughter. I just worry that I'll be so overwhelmed and depressed over giving even more of myself away that I won't even be me anymore. There's already no time for my friends or the hobbies that have always been important to me and sometimes when I go to work I'm just so grateful to have a few hours where I'm not "mom" that I don't want to go home. If we have two I feel like I'll never have a life of my own again. I feel like part of me will die.

My wife wants to get pregnant, I don't want another baby. So AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[zenny-zenzen]

☮️💎Cherusa Boopuda💎☮️

Age: 16 (1999, DIU), 18 (2001, GW), 28 (2011, SO)

Gender: Cisgender Female

Birthday: May 5th, 1983

Height: 5 ft 1 inch (155 cm)

Weight: 47 kg (104 lbs)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: 1st year student (1999), 3rd year student (2001), Psychologist affiliated with the SPW Foundation (2011)

Birthplace: Yaoundé (Cameroon, West Africa)

Nationality: Cameroonian

Citizenship: Japanese --------------------------------------------------

I do OC x Canon and ship her with Josuke Higashikata💎🌟(Ship name-> JosuCheru)

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Stand: Let's Groove

Cherusa's Stand, Let's Groove, can slow down any living creature's movements in an interval that goes from 5 to 10 minutes, and if she uses her Stand's full powers she can completely freeze their movements in an interval of 10 minutes but that will result into her feeling exhausted. While when it comes to objects, Cherusa can either slow them down when they are moving, or directly freeze them in an interval of time that goes from 5 to 10 seconds without any repercussions to her energy as they aren't living beings. Mastery Cherusa shows to be extremely creative with the use of Let's Groove, which is very fitting of her personality and linked to her artsy hobby that requires tons of immagination. Let's Groove's precision is enhanced by Cherusa's great attention to details, a trait Jotaro had catched on and helped her refine.

Stand cry: "GROOVY" Power: B Speed: C Range: C Durability: D Precision: B Potential: B -------------------------------------------------- NEW (MODIFIED) REFERENCE SHEET (AGAIN - I'M SORRY/lh) + LET'S GROOVE'S SLIGHT DESIGN CHANGE‼️ Which means i am reuploading everything but this time i'll keep it into one post, without any extra reblogs for people to have Cherusa's essential information directly and manage to modify it if i ever decide to change anything about it in the future since Tumblr doesn't let you modify reblogs🙏 Meanwhile here is:

My toyhouse‼️

So that you can check out Cherusa's complete and detailed info! (It's just like an actual JoJo Wiki site! Which means it includes her role, her backstory, her dynamics with other DIU characters etc...)

Along with

My Instagram!!-> cherushii._

The social where i have been the most active for 3-ish years since i started OCxCanon and have my base on in case you are interested in frequent Cherusa/Josucheru content updates along with the fact you can interact with me more easily! I sincerely look foward to making more mutuals and friends!���� --------------------------------------------------

And lastly! Just like in the old repost(s), you get a Christmas themed illustration I've done by recreating DIU animator Kohei Ashiya's artstyle completely from scratch‼️💕

[asgardian--angels]

Talking on the phone with my mom I finally broke down and cried thoroughly about the cancellation. I think I'd been holding it in for the last two days, or two months. And honestly I've been wondering all along why this show means so much to me. I am not queer, I am not neurodivergent, I am not POC or disabled or any of the groups that this show has been so important for in terms of representation and being treated with respect and dignity. I understand and completely empathize with all of you, and fight for this show and your rights worldwide alongside you, but it still left me wondering why I myself have latched onto Our Flag Means Death. I suppose part of it is that despite being white and cishet and the privileges that have always come with that, I have been treated like an outsider and ostracized my entire childhood and teenage years, for being ugly and having "disgusting" interests (primarily liking insects, reptiles, other creepy-crawlies - aka the thing I literally do for my career now). I was bullied relentlessly from preschool through early college and became a very lonely introverted person - I still am. Undoubtedly Our Flag Means Death gave me renewed hope that I haven't missed some key window for finding love or relationships of any kind that matter, as I sit here typing this at age 28 having never dated anyone.

But it had to be more than that. And with everything that's happened the past couple of months, and the last few days, I think it finally clicked for me.

Followers of my blog may or may not know that I am a conservation biologist, or pollinator ecologist, whichever hat fits best on a given day, they're quite close. I don't make many original posts like this anymore on here because my job is so busy. Basically, I do a variety of things - academic research, habitat management & restoration, and public outreach - to try and preserve biodiversity and ecosystems on our planet. I'm just going to say it: it's a thankless job. Nothing we do ever feels like it's enough, and burnout is common in our field because we sit with the guilt of feeling like we are the only thing between survival and utter destruction of planet Earth, and work ourselves to exhaustion. It's one of those jobs where your work is your life, and your passion is your work, and it's inseparable from who you are on a molecular level. We are often faced, on a large scale, with hostility, from people that don't believe in science and are more than happy to pull a shotgun on us, or rich old men in power who are content to watch the world burn for another penny in their bank account. There are days when sometimes it sinks in just how bad things are, and it's terrifying, and I feel like we will never be able to do enough, to change enough, before it gets catastrophic. It's paralyzing.

My ability to do my job is dependent on hope. Unwavering, unrelenting hope. Hope beyond hope. We have to believe what we're doing matters, otherwise we'd fall down and never get back up again. I'm no big-shot, I give talks to a few hundred people at a time, and make urban pollinator habitat on a local scale. Is any of that going to make a difference compared to the ramifications of a single oil mogul deciding to cut corners and cause an oil spill that kills millions of seabirds and damages ocean food chains for decades to come? If people in my field let thoughts like that linger, we'd be paralyzed to inaction. I have to hope that the people I teach choose to do something good with that knowledge, and go on to inspire others, or that the patch of habitat I make allows a declining species to maintain a foothold instead of going locally extinct. You just have to keep going.

And Our Flag Means Death got wrapped up in that for me. The Stede Bonnet effect, if you will. He set out to do pirating differently, treating his crew with respect and helping them grow. In return, they internalized that mindset, and it spread to how they interacted with others. It changed the trajectory of individual lives, and also at least began to change how the society of pirates operated as a whole. It was a beacon of hope that choosing small acts of kindness did matter, even if you yourself could not see the ripples it made. It renewed my faith that love persevered and would win. That we could all make life a little better for each other and ourselves through kindness, compassion, forgiveness, and mutual support. I think a good chunk of that is from Taika - these are running themes in his projects, and his films move me deeply for that. This show became in some, perhaps subconscious way, a source of strength for me to keep putting myself out there in my line of work to do whatever I was capable of to help the cause.

The cancellation was devastating, but the second cancellation (turbohell cancelation?) was even more so. Because now it's so clear that this is largely the work of David Zaslav and the regime he's built. It's petty, it's greedy, and more than anything, it's cruel. Indifferently, indiscriminately cruel, when one person at the top can have such power to make or break the lives of thousands, millions, beneath them, and though it would have been barely a drop in the bucket, a hand wave, to renew our show or let it pass to another streamer, he actively chose to shackle it to this sinking Titanic of a company WBD has become. I have always operated on the belief that you can do anything if you work hard enough at it, and believed deep down that there was some order, some justice in the universe, atheist though I be. We as a fandom did everything we possibly could, we loved this show harder than anything. The numbers were there, the awards nominations were there, the critic praise was there, and we were loud and loyal every single day. I felt like we could do this - how could we not win when we've done so much, and the show deserves it so much? Surely cause and effect will prevail.

This fight seemed small, though really it wasn't; we fought for the right of artists and creators to make quality, original stories and have them told to their natural end, we fought for diversity representation to be more than a token character - OFMD raised the bar so much higher on all fronts, we fought to shed light on the chaos and impending collapse of this industry silencing art and exploiting writers, actors, and all manner of production workers. It was a small fight from the outside, one that I really felt we could win. And I put my heart and soul into it, because if we could win this, if we could save this simple, kind love story about two guys on a boat, then maybe there was hope for the bigger, badder stuff too. It shouldn't seem an insurmountable task for several thousand fans to convince a streaming service that they'd turn a tidy profit to give our show one more season.

Yet we lost - through no fault of our own. I am so proud of us. But that really struck deep for me. If one peabrained CEO of a media company wouldn't budge on greenlighting a show that was in his every best interest business-wise - perhaps enough to even save Max from going under in the not-too-distant future - my god, what hope was there for changing anything bigger? The 'real' problems of the world? When no amount of ethos, logos, or pathos can penetrate these men at the top, where's that hope to fight? Lately the world seems like it's just going belly up all over. If we gave everything we could, and it still wasn't enough - if it could never be enough - what hope is there? It's like chaining yourself to a tree and the bulldozer plowing right on ahead. And I think that broke something in me. It shook me to my foundations because it broke my rules of how things are supposed to work. We believed hard enough, we worked tirelessly, and we deserved it for how important this show was to so many people. And it didn't matter. Our best wasn't enough. And that caused an avalanche of all of the horrible, scary things piled on my shoulders - we're losing the Amazon rainforest too fast to save, climate change is going to turn the corn belt into a dustbowl by mid-century, a border wall is going to devastate imperiled wildlife in Texas, deforestation and hurricanes on songbird wintering grounds could lead to entire species extinctions, saltmarshes are our lifeline and they're shrinking and we're still building stupid concrete stormwalls, invasive diseases will completely alter the composition of our forests to be unrecognizable to our children, and if you don't make every slide of this powerpoint utterly perfect and you fail to convince every single person in attendance to get rid of their lawn then you've failed and the world is doomed.

I've struggled with being a perfectionist my whole life. This didn't help.

That's where I was a couple hours ago. But I took some deep breaths. I know the world isn't fair. But I really thought if we could win this one battle, then we could win the war.

But here's what I realized. Everything we did mattered. It mattered so much. Because there's the show, and then there's everything that was birthed out of that show. The community, so many of us around the world who have been uplifted by Our Flag Means Death in a real and lasting way that we will take with us and spread to affect those around us. The Stede Bonnet effect goes global. We raised thousands and thousands of dollars for charities around the world, real people whose lives have been improved, or maybe even saved, because of us and this silly pirate show. We brought a hell of a lot of attention to WBD and their shitty practices, keeping the momentum going in a way that I think is only going to build - and I sure hope it leads to Zaslav getting deposed. We have demanded more queer stories, more BIPOC stories, more disabled and autistic and middle-aged stories, stories with exquisite costumes and award-worthy wigs, dear lord, and we are being heard. We have expressed such love and support for the cast and crew, showing them that we appreciate their hard work and that we will be behind them in their future projects. So many of them have told us how the show and its fans have changed their lives. We convinced Rhys that his career isn't winding down but winding up, and to be unapologetic about his wonderful weirdness - we've proven to everyone through this show that your weirdness is what someone out there is going to love you for, not in spite of. We rallied to help writers and actors during the strikes in a way that was taken to heart and remembered. We have been out here talking it through as a crew, and turning poison into positivity, for over two years now, and that impact is permanent. They can cancel our show, they can try and slap copyright notices on our fan merch, and spew bullshit excuses about the numbers not being there. But Our Flag Means Death sparked a movement, the biggest pirate crew the world has ever seen, using our power for good.

We may not have any more new material for our show for a while, or ever. But I maintain hope that when the dust has settled and streaming has entered its 'new era' that they'll remember us and throw us a lifeline. Because hope is a part of my genetic makeup, and even in cancellation my hope has been renewed that the fight is worth fighting, that our individual choices of kindness are having an effect, and making the world a little easier to live in bit by bit. No one can take from us what we have built out of this show. And thanks to pirating, they can't take the actual show from us either. Despite this, no matter the outcome, I am so happy we got two seasons of this wonderful series. That was more than almost anyone expected. The story belongs to all of us, and it will always live on. We did not truly lose this battle, because in the process we gained more than we could have ever imagined. And I know there's still so much more to come. That gives me the strength to keep doing what I do, every day.

To me, Our Flag Means Hope.

[2346khith]

🔴 If you ignore this, you are dooming my children to death.

I am Eman from Gaza.🇵🇸

Please donate to save our lives.🍉

I apologize for what I will ask, as I feel very sad and exhausted, and unfortunately the situation has become difficult after my children contracted hepatitis and their health condition deteriorated.

A donation of only $20 from each person will save my family from death in Gaza.

I part of my family, my home, my job, everything.

I do not know whether I will survive or die in this war, but I know that your help will contribute to saving my children from death.

https://gofund.me/24ae5654

My campaign was verified by:

•el-shab-hussein

•nabulsi

•a-shade-of-blue

Verification was done by linking to my brother’s account(karamalmadhou1)

For those who see this please, visit their blog and reblog their blog’s posts so they  get more attention and if you have the money to spare please donate.

Also I apologize, but I do not have the ability to donate to you. Trust me if I had the ability I would but I don't and I can't. I have no bank account or credit card to transfer money to and no job to gain any money. Every time I ask my parents to help they shut me down so this is the only way to help you. Please forgive me.

[afro-elf]

Hello dear,❤️‍🩹👋

I hope you are well and in good health💙.

I am Amina from Gaza🇵🇸, a mother of three children.Nase💚Adam💚and Braa💜 I come to you with a heart exhausted by war and injustice, with the heart of a mother who is in pain for the condition of her children🥺. They live in extremely poor conditions because of the war. No food, no medicine. We live in a tent under the scorching sun.🤒😪 Have mercy on our condition and donate even something simple for my children.🙏 The simplest thing makes us happy, or help me publish through the pinned post on my account💬. I hope you will not let me down, because I can no longer bear it. You are my last hope. Thank you to everyone who contributed and helped me🫂. Amina Yasser❤️‍🩹

🍉🍉🍉🍉

https://gofund.me/79676057

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€450 raised of €50,000 goal

[lonniemachin]

TIME SENSITIVE: GET AHMED AND MARAM TO 30K BY 08/31/2024

At €28,485, we have 11 days left to raise €1,515 for my friends Ahmed and Maram, a Palestinian couple trapped in Gaza with their three small children Habiba (4), Kareem (2), and Muhammad (1). Over the months I've been in contact with Ahmed, I've learned of his family's multiple displacement, moving 11 times between actively dangerous areas, their struggle with hepatitis and malnutrition, and their daily suffering with lack of healthy food, water hygiene products, and a truly safe place to stay. With 3 kids under 5 to raise amidst active genocide, Ahmed and his wife are exhausted, and the kids have had their young childhood ripped away. Their hope is to escape Gaza so that they may raise their children in peace. If the aggression stops, they wish to build a new house and re-establish their lives in their beloved homeland. Either way, they need help.

Please give what you can so that they may reach their short-term goal ASAP. With news that talks to open the Rafah crossing have at least advanced, they must be ready to evacuate with their whole family intact. Using the link above, you can contribute any amount -- nothing is too small to matter. You can also enter my jewelry raffle supporting them and two other families and win some beautiful crystal pieces for the most important cause.

Their campaign is 100% legitimate. They have been vetted by el-shab-hussein, featured in a video by YouTuber Ro Ramdin, and I have personally seen multiple forms of verification, some of which Ahmed has sent to me to give to donors through DM if it would secure their donation. I am in a group chat with he and their beneficiary, who updates us on the movement of all funds.

€28,485/€30,000 SHORT TERM GOAL.

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[srbachchan]

DAY 5799

Jalsa, Mumbai Jan 2/3, 2024 Tue/Wed 6:28 AM

🪔 ,

January 03 .. birthday wishes to our Ef and greetings to all ..

Ef Himanshu Srivastava .. Ef Nandkeshor Dattatreya Paatil .. Ef Omnia from Egypt 🇪🇬 .. Ef Anuradha Raheja from Madurai .. and Ef Megha VJ from USA 🇺🇲 ..

.. ✨

🌹

Babuji .. a prominent member of the Freedom Fighters for Independent India .. and how his modest home was opened for secret meetings and a place to hide, for the freedom fighters ..

In one of his conversations with me he did describe how the great freedom fighter Chandrashekhar 'Azaad' had sought refuge at his home and remained rolled up in a 'bistar band' .. बिस्तर बंद .. the 'HoldAll' of my times, a canvas type rolled packaging with straps to tie it up, inside which was laid a mattress, pillows, your shoes and other essentials for travel .. all then rolled up and tied in leather straps, which then became an essential baggage element during travel .. it would and was opened up by releasing the straps, unrolling it and viola, a ready made bed - mattress pillows and all .. open it up on the bed or floor or a train berth .. most convenient and the most important baggage material for travel .. well on train and cars and bus travels .. until the airplane arrived as the more, now common mode of travel ..

So 'Azad' remained rolled up in the 'holdall' - a most convenient and descriptive word coined for this kind of baggage essential - and secretly spent a night there at Babuji's home .. rolled up in a holdall !!

The dedication and will of the freedom fighter ! Incredible !!

Chandrashekhar 'Azad' later took on the British forces, a large contingent, in the famous Allahabad park, then known as Alfred Park, alone, hiding behind a tree, firing bullets from his pistol , until when his ammunition was exhausted and when he felt he would be caught, he ended his life behind that tree, by shooting his last bullet .. at himself .. not wanting to give himself up to the British ..

The park has now been renamed in his honour .. The Chandrashekhar Azad Park ..

I spent a large amount of time at this park, for picnics etc., and this was where the popular Allahabad Flower Show used to be held, where I went with Ma .. she won several cups for Best Garden, and Best Flower, the rose, competition !

I remember seeing that famous tree, behind which Azad took shelter and fought the British contingent ..

The park was a large expanse of green and flowers and trees right almost in the centre of the city .. a canopied structure in the middle of the park, was inhabited by a Band, every Sunday, playing old tunes of the time ..

The park also had a most well kept grass tennis court, where I saw some great International players during their tournament, organised by the Allahabad Civic authorities .. I cannot remember their names .. was too young for that .. but they were from Britain, and some European countries , I think ..

They were invited for a tea reception at Justice Mootham's residence, the then Chief Justice of the Allahabad High Court ..

If my memory does not fail me .. Justice Mootham ! yes that name is correct in memory ..

7 :00 AM

a bit misleading the time , for I have been up since 4 .. loitering about in my room, nursing a muscle pulled back in spasm, unable to sleep or rest .. so a selective spray, that boasts of 'pain relief' within minutes - they all do - was generously applied and ..

And ..

Well, the discomfort remains .. ahahaha ..

🤣🤣🤣

The greetings of the New Year, the greetings for the Birthday have all been overwhelmingly large, and this has provided an enormous amount of space occupation on the mobile .. which as I try to address, is becoming a most arduous task ..

SO ..

may I just acknowledge all that have sent their wishes and greetings here and express my inadequacy in making personal responses ..

PLEASE ..

my gratitude then and my love for this ..

❤️

Laziness persists .. and that induces a temperament , which is difficult to describe ..

The absence of routine may sound odd, but routine puts and gathers the body in a way that keeps it going .. else , one never has a solution as to what can be done to occupy time .. and several essentials loose their essentiality !

Making sense ..

No ..

Well then too bad ! 🥹

Was going to suggest, you get lazy to experience and endorse my words, but that would be so ethically incorrect ..

Hence its a wish for the effervescent day ahead .. and my love 😍

Amitabh Bachchan

PS : I was right .. 👇🏽

Orby Howell Mootham

Sir Orby Howell Mootham (17 February 1901 – 19 July 1995) was a British lawyer, legal writer, and judge who was the Chief Justice of the Allahabad High Court from 1955 to 1961, the third-last British judge to serve in India.